Zhang Jiuling
Since my lord from me parted,
I’ve left unused my loom.
The moon wanes, broken-hearted
To see my growing gloom. 85K42ZyXDEA3NDq3jyLTCqdNCfQYnUSe3ayTWCVr6dWOQIiGVzU6J6C+DRxJW/gB